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A Lighthouse of Quotes

Quotes, the kind that illuminate the mind, warm the heart, and stir the soul.

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We are travelers on a cosmic journey,stardust,swirling and dancing in the eddies and whirlpools of infinity. Life is eternal. We have stopped for a moment to encounter each other, to meet, to love, to share.This is a precious moment. It is a little parenthesis in eternity.

—Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist (via quoted-books)

At every moment of our lives, we all have one foot in a fairy tale and the other in the abyss.

—Paulo Coelho (via amandaonwriting)

Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful. But not knowing which to do is the worst kind of suffering.

—Paulo Coelho (via kushandwizdom)

But love is always new. Regardless of whether we love once, twice, or a dozen times in our life, we always face a brand-new situation. Love can consign us to hell or to paradise, but it always takes us somewhere. We simply have to accept it, because it is what nourishes our existence. If we reject it, we die of hunger, because we lack the courage to stretch out a hand and pluck the fruit from the branches of the tree of life. We have to take love where we find it, even if that means hours, days, weeks of disappointment and sadness.

The moment we begin to seek love, love begins to seek us. And to save us.

Paulo CoelhoBy the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept (via feellng)

You will always be fond of me. I represent to you all the sins you never had the courage to commit.

—Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray (via booksquoteslove)

Music, the kind that’s so alluring it moves you—there are days when I want to turn it up all the way and just kneel to it. To hoist a white flag from atop the balcony of my soul in complete submission. There are times I just want to spend entire evenings like this in complete surrender and wait for the lingering aftermaths to claim me.

There are days when I want to lose. I’ve spent my life running from even the chance of losing. I’ve lived in anxiety. There have to be days when you can lose. I mean life shouldn’t be embarrassing or pitiful but there are so many people that I love, people who are close to me, who will stop at nothing, not even pitting themselves against their own flesh-and-blood kin, just so that they don’t lose. Who cares if you lose once in a while? Life is a series of losing and winning and this idea that you can never lose, ever, cages us and has caged us for so long. I want to be free of that.

I don’t want to lose to violence, but I’d lose to love. And I’d lose to music, but not power. I don’t want to lose to money, but I’d kneel before beautiful scenery, the kind that brings tears to your eyes. I want to fall on my knees and worship the mystic glow of the moon. The moon that rises between the conifers, and the stars that follow it—I’d join those stars and become a servant of the moon, to follow her wherever she goes.

I want to be overwhelmed by love. A love that’s blinding in its brilliance, a love that makes the heart thud to a frantic pitch so high it shudders to a stop—that’s the kind of love I want to kneel before.
And on my way to meet this love, I’ll be crying tears of ice. I want to be caught in the onslaught of a harrowing snowstorm, to be trapped under its weight with both hands, both feet held high, prostrate. Trapped to my thighs in this snowstorm of love is where I wish to stay.

—Unofficial Translation (Revised): Do Jong Hwan’s Essay-letter collections; Maybe someday you will come to this forest


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I posted an unofficial translation of this passage a while back, but I decided it was time to post a revised edition. This translation, I feel, adheres to the original in a way that the first did not. Comments/advice/suggestions are more than welcome. 

All good books are alike in that they are truer than if they had really happened and after you are finished reading one you will feel that all that happened to you and afterwards it all belongs to you: the good and the bad, the ecstasy, the remorse and sorrow, the people and the places and how the weather was. If you can get so that you can give that to people, then you are a writer.

—Ernest Hemingway (via wordsnquotes)

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Sketch-a-quote for Eliza.

"When you get into a tight place and everything goes against you until it seems that you cannot hold on a minutes longer, never give up then, for that is just the place and time that the tide will turn."

Harriet Beecher Stowe

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sketchlibrarian:

Sketch-a-quote for Eliza.

"When you get into a tight place and everything goes against you until it seems that you cannot hold on a minutes longer, never give up then, for that is just the place and time that the tide will turn."

Harriet Beecher Stowe

Lovely blog. Please go and support.

I wish I were a poet. I’ve never confessed that to anyone, and I’m confessing it to you, because you’ve given me reason to feel that I can trust you. I’ve spent my life observing the universe, mostly in my mind’s eye. It’s been a tremendously rewarding life, a wonderful life. I’ve been able to explore the origins of time and space with some of the great living thinkers. But I wish I were a poet.

Albert Einstein, a hero of mine, once wrote, ‘Our situation is the following. We are standing in front of a closed box which we cannot open.’

I’m sure I don’t have to tell you that the vast majority of the universe is composed of dark matter. The fragile balance depends on things we’ll never be able to see, hear, smell, taste, or touch. Life itself depends on them. What’s real? What isn’t real? Maybe those aren’t the right questions to be asking. What does life depend on?

I wish I had made things for life to depend on.

Jonathan Safran Foer, from Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close
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Let your life lightly dance on the edges of time like dew on the tip of a leaf.

—Rabindranath Tagore (via ashramof1)

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